Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2000 05:26:20 GMT From: Daniel Gre Subject: ST: Going Down on Donny-2 WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males having sex with each other. The story is erotic fiction. Do not read this story if you are under 18. NOTE: Please send me your comments after you read the story. It's a lot more fun to read your comments than it is to write the stories. I promise to reply, especially if you like it. My e-mail address is danielgre@hotmail.com. Going Down on Donny-2 By Daniel The next day the team met for breakfast at 6 AM in the motel restaurant. I sat next to Donny in a booth with two other guys. I was groggy from getting up so early. Donny had sausage and eggs and I had a bowl of oatmeal because my stomach was queasy from thinking about the night before and wondering what was going to happen next. While we were eating he stuck his fork in this fat greasy sausage link and pointed it at me. "Hey, Billy," he said. "Wanna bite?" "No thanks." "Reminds me of last night," said Donny, goofing around. "Mine's thicker though." Red- faced, I peeked up at the two guys across the table. Luckily they weren't paying any attention. Everybody loaded into the bus and headed for the Central Valley Fairgrounds to play our first game of the tournament. Coach Ruckner reminded us that this was a single elimination event. If we lost we'd have to pack up and head home that night. On the other hand, if we won we'd get to stay another night. Nobody wanted to lose the first game. We wanted to spend another night away from home. No parents to get on your case, heated swimming pool, cable TV; what more could you want? I wanted to us to win for all those reasons, but I also had a selfish reason for not wanting to go home. I wanted to spend another night with Donny and maybe suck his dick again. Unfortunately we stunk up the field during the first three innings. For example, in the top of the second we had a throwing error, two passed balls, and a walk, which added up to three unearned runs for the wrong team. In our half of the second the first batter hit a single to left but the next guy hit into a double play. Donny was next up and hit a solo homer that cleared the center field wall by a good 20 feet. That got us on the board. Then the next batter, Javier Mendez, got hit by a pitch, only to get caught stealing when he missed a sign. That killed the inning. By the last inning we settled down enough to keep the opponents from scoring any more runs and in the meantime manufactured another run to get us to within one. I didn't actually play in the game, which was disappointing, but I enjoyed rooting for the guys. My only real job was to keep the water jug in the dugout full, which gave me something to do at least. Mostly, I just sat on the bench and cheered. The game was almost over and our backs were against the wall. With two out and a runner on second, everything was on the line. Donny promptly stepped up to the plate, dug in his cleats, and hit another dinger to win it for us. We all mobbed Donny when he touched home plate, whooping and hollering like we'd just won the World Series. Donny loved all the hooplah and attention. On the bus ride back to the motel, he kicked back in his seat and let everybody congratulate him for coming through in the clutch. Everybody was psyched about winning and getting to spend another night on the road, especially me. Back in the Riverside Motel, some of us went swimming in the pool. Donny is a good diver and he tried to teach Javier and me how to do a pike, which is a dive where you're supposed to bend at the waist and touch your toes in midair before you hit the water. When I tried to do the pike I hit the water all right. Belly flops, both times I tried. Belly flops are funny when somebody else does it, but not when you do it. With my stomach pink and stinging I had to listen to Donny and Javier laugh like crazy. By the way, Donny looked real sexy in his swimming trunks. Come to think of it, so did Javier, who is dark-skinned and has more muscles than most of the guys on the baseball team because he is also on the wrestling team. But my eyes were mainly on Donny. I was thinking about the night before. When Donny and I went back to our room, Donny took off his wet trunks, hung them over a wooden chair, and flopped onto the bed bare-ass naked. Too bashful to strip naked like Donny, I hid behind the bathroom door and put on a fresh pair of Jockeys. We kicked back on our beds and watched the end of a ball game on TV. Donny was really into the baseball, giving me a play-by-play as if I was his radio audience or something, but I couldn't concentrate on anything with Donny lying there naked. I didn't want to watch the baseball game. I wanted to suck Donny's dick. I kept sneaking peeks throughout the whole game, fidgeting and making plenty of noise so he'd notice me staring at him. That didn't work, so I started talking about last night, telling him how much I enjoyed doing it and stuff like that. "Whatever," he said. After the game ended, he still wasn't paying attention to me. I decided to plunge right in and tell him what was on my mind. "Do you want me to suck your dick again?" I asked. "Dude, you are such a fag," he said, but he was good-natured about it. "Come on, Donny. Let me suck it." "You want to suck my dick real bad, don't you, Billy? I like that." He stood up and pointed to a brown stain on the gold shag. "Come over here. You can suck me off on your knees this time." I knelt in front of him on the carpet and touched his dick. "Can I suck it now?" I felt like I had to ask his permission for some reason. "Go for it." "You have a really nice dick," I said. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and gave it a long slow suck. He smelled like chlorine. I cupped his low-hanging balls in one hand and gave them a tongue bath. He grabbed his shaft and rubbed it on my moist lips. He teased me with it, pulling it out of my mouth when I managed to wrap my lips around it. "You want it?" he asked playfully, like it was a game of keep-away. "Yes, Donny. Let me suck it." He inserted his growing dick in my mouth and let me work on it. "Dude, you were born to suck dick." While I slurped and swallowed, Donny stood there with his arms folded. With his dick crammed down my throat, I could barely see the smirk on his face. His dick was super- hard now and he moved his hips in a slow fucking motion. "Faster, dude. Make me cum in your mouth." His dick rammed my throat and I had to fight the urge to gag. Donny grabbed my head and thrust in and out. "Suck it." He speared me one last time and pulled out until my lips were around his dick head and my tongue was circling underneath. "I'm cumming," yelled Donny and he shot a wad in my mouth. Later Donny told me that that's when he heard the sound of a key rattling in the lock, but I didn't hear a thing. My e-mail address is danielgre@hotmail.com.